Working with Buttons

by Brutal Heart

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Romance, Comedy
Length: 2913

In which Suri Polomare and a human bump uglies on film.

Two individuals are in a bit of a rut in life at the moment. They're both desperate for something that they need, and luckily for the two of them, opportunity presents itself in the form of a porno. Pretty much sums it up, really.

Contains Suri x Human action.
Also, my first fic, so… Yeah, it's most likely going to suck.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-29 14:20:03 UTC

Prologue

Life had proven itself to be a cruel bastard, once again, to Bob. Not only had he somehow ended up in Equestria, which had ruined his standing that he had previously had in his old world, but now he was also losing his mind here as well. Why, you might be asking? Well, Bob was raised to be a worker. For him, working was a way to pass time, and a way to contribute to the bettering of the structure around him and his loved ones. He had worked so many times and started working so early in his life that it had ingrained itself into his very nature, becoming a way of life that was necessary for him to continue onward.

Why this was such a problem was because once he had arrived here and after the initial shock had worn off of both human and ponies, there at one point came the issue of where he would be staying. Wouldn't you know it? Rarity, ever the bearer of the element of generosity, graciously offered a roof for Bob to live under for the time being. Bob was grateful, oh he was... Until he came to BE under Rarity's roof. You see, Rarity's generosity somewhat directly opposed Bob's worker lifestyle.

It all started when Bob decided that if she was kind enough to offer a roof over his head, he might was well try and pay back the favor over time while also saving up enough to eventually move out into his own home. Most of the ponies in town were still a bit on edge with Bob, so his new friends and him would have to get things settled over time, which meant that Bob wasn't going to be getting a real job for a while. He hated it, but with patience comes rewards, as his mother always used to say. So, he figured he'd repay Rarity in the meantime by doing some chores around the house.

It began the next morning when Rarity had awoken and walked into the kitchen to find Bob doing her dishes.

"Bob, darling, whatever are you doing?," Rarity asked.

Bob looked over to her for a second, before returning to work and replying, "Doing your dishes."

Oh no. That's no good, Bob, not at all. Not with Mistress Generous around, nuh uh. Rarity's generous nature kicked right into gear, took aim right at Bob, and blasted his former lifestyle to pieces. "Oh goodness, no!," Rarity proclaimed, "I simply can NOT allow a guest in my home to do something that should be the homeowner's responsibility. Move out of the way now, darling, let Mama Rarity do those dishes."

Rarity trotted up, and bounced Bob away with her fat marshmallow butt. Bob wanted to object, he REALLY did, but a fault of his came into the picture. He was just way too polite to argue with a lady in her own home, and they were her dishes after all, so she did have a say over who did and didn't do them. Bob did a slight bow in understanding, gave a sheepish grin, and walked off; all the while, in his mind, repeatedly pulling out a large selection of various weaponry and blasting that marshmallow butt to nothingness as he roared with the agonized rage of a thousand eternally damned souls.

That wasn't the worst of it, though. For months now, every single time he would go and try to do something to repay her, she would somehow magically appear as if from nowhere, and declare that he needn't worry about anything. It drove him mad. He was furious. So furious, that Bob couldn't handle it anymore. He'll get a job, damn it! He'll get a job if it's the last thing he does! It's the pride of a man on the line here!

As Bob came to learn in his research at Golden Oaks Library though, Cutie Marks also worked against him. Almost every profession had the accurate amount of ponies with fitting cutie marks, and the job market would only fluctuate to accommodate as such. Basically, no jobs for Bob the worker. However, he then saw a glimmer of hope in a paragraph. A paragraph about ponies who had lost the meanings to their cutie marks. For these few, there existed a haven that would take them in. A haven called porn. A haven that was currently seeking more actors & actresses, if they could be called as much.

Bob stared at the paragraph, baffled. Not so much that he didn't know the ponies poked, they had to reproduce somehow after all, but more in the fact that this would probably be his one and only opportunity to get away from Mistress Generous once and for all... And it involved him poking ponies; something he was unsure whether or not that was acceptable or otherwise.

After an extremely awkward conversation that followed the question when he had asked Twilight, along with her mistaking the question as him coming onto her and her being a blushing & stuttering nerdy mess about it, he came to learn that interspecies relations were for the most part smiled upon, as long as both individuals were sentient. For Bob, that was good enough. Work didn't always have to be enjoyable, even if somewhat morally questioned on his part. As long as it was work, he was fine and dandy. Ah, he could almost hear the angels singing.

The next morning, Bob took the train to Manehattan, the only town in Equestria that had a porn studio.

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Suri Polomare was a mare down on her luck. Ever since the Rarity fiasco at Prim Hemline's rehearsal, and Coco's desertion, Suri's life had gone downhill. Her exploits had been revealed to the press through Coco, and the press had a hayday with it, feverishly taking Suri's name and rubbing it into large quantities of dog poop. As was the result, Suri had lost all amounts of credibility as a fashion designer. She was now living in a home with no furniture, as she had to sell all of it, but she was also facing two weeks before eviction.

Not to say she didn't deserve it. She tried to pick up and handle all the cards, but quite frankly, hooves aren't that good for carrying things. However, what she did deserve after what she had learned from this experience, was a second chance. She had learned her lesson the hard way, and all she wanted to do now was to just get back to making dresses and showing off her designs to those who would be willing to look. This could no longer be the case, though. The meaning behind her cutie mark with the buttons was now rendered meaningless.

Opportunity showed itself to her as well, however. She had gone out for a walk one afternoon when few ponies were out, when it had smacked her in the face. Quite literally, it was a bit windy, and a Classifieds had taken a rough landing on her muzzle. She pulled the paper from her face and decided to look at it. If she couldn't be a fashion designer, she could at least find work elsewhere to sustain herself, right?

Well, she was right, but maybe not in the way she would have wanted. The only job listing there was, was the one that was almost always there. Porn. She then read that the payment for either actor for actress was 300 bits to begin with, and then a percentage of bits added on afterwards from sales. She thought to herself, maybe if she was a good enough porn star, maybe then she could get back on her hooves. Worth a try at least, right? Not like she had anything else going for her right now, she figured.

With that, she headed off to XXX Wink Studios to apply for a role.

Where Buttons Get Worked, Indeed

Suri held a small grin of nostalgia on her face as she ran some fabric under a sewing machine. It felt good to be doing something that pretty much defined her as a pony once again. A few displays of her designs were set up behind her, showing off her skill. This continued for a short while until a knock was heard on her boutique's door.

Suri plopped down from her stool, and answered the door. Behind it stood a figure of a strange and largely unknown creature. The figure looked about a bit nervous, but regardless reached down and shook her hoof, saying, "Evening, miss. My name is Bob. I sent the letter about needing a suit for an upcoming event i'm going to?"

Suri smiled, and coyly said, "Mkay then, mister. Yeah, i'm gonna need you to take off all your clothes, otherwise I won't be able to get accurate measurements, mkay?"

Bob, still looking and now sounding nervous, replied, "S-sounds like a plan, ma'am."

Bob walked over to the stand where she was to measure him, and slowly began the process of undressing. He tried to be sensual about it, but the sudden increase in his nervousness made it look forced and kind of silly. Who cares though, he's naked now at least. Suri looked over him with a seemingly approving eye, but then shook her head.

"You're gonna have to lay down, mkay? My mentor taught me to do top to bottom, so it's a formula I kind of have to follow, mkay?," She grinned, pointing at a small collection of pillows that Bob would rest his back against. He did so, which prompted Suri to do a flick of her hoof so his cock was resting on his belly. Once this was done, she sat down on top of it, her marehood sitting at the base of it. She then began to take measurements of his head, which caused close contact between their faces.

Bob was beat red at this point. He had psyched himself up beforehand and was almost certain that he could do this as sexy as he damn well could, but as soon as he'd seen the mare and the camera, all sense of confidence had drained from him. He squirmed about a bit under her, eventually stuttering out, "M-ma'am? You're, uh... Kind of s-sitting on my penis."

Suri raised an eyebrow at this, but smiled slyly nonetheless, "It's just about to get to the good part, mkay. It's not often a nice and strong young male waddles into my boutique, mkay."

She then began to grind her hips onto his cock, stroking it with her marehood. At this point, she herself had been decently turned on, making her wink as well. This caused Bob to moan out, albeit in a somewhat girly way. He was kind of embarrassing himself at this point. Damn, did it ever feel good, though.

After his member was at full mast and coated in her juices, she began to slide down his body. She left a trail of gentle kisses down his body until her muzzle was above his cock. She looked up into his eyes as she slid her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip. When she reached the tip, she gave his head a kiss. She then slowly started working down his penis, swirling her tongue all around it and would give hard sucks on and off, almost like switching a vacuum on and off every few seconds.

Bob was euphoric at this point. His nervousness had dissipated, and what had replaced it was his most primal of all instincts. The feeling of her suckling on him made his head swirl, and he'd let out a bit of a moan every now and then, which luckily sounded more masculine than their predecessor. He put his hand on the back of her head to help her in her movements. The sounds of his grunts and her suckling filled the room. Pretty soon, she had worked him through to the point where he couldn't handle it anymore, and he unloaded his seed into her cock holster. She thought she had swallowed all of it, only for a few more spurts to land on her face when she took her mouth off his penis.

"Tasted pretty good, actually. We're not done yet though, mkay," she said as she turned around on his body, and presented her winking pussy for him to see. He got the silent message perfectly for what she wished of him to do, and he needed to get his dick back up and ready to roll again anyway.

He reached forward and massaged her plush pink cheeks. She moaned a bit at this, and pressed back against his hands. He blew hot air onto her pussy a couple times, just to watch it wink at him. He didn't know why, but he found this oddly amusing. Kind of like putting salt on frog legs, but... Different. After his small bout of teasing, he dove forward and proceeded to pleasure her as she had done to him. He spelled the alphabet, and would spend a moment sucking on her clit in-between each letter he would spell out.

She seemed to be reacting well to this treatment, but he felt as if something were missing. Then a thought occurred to him, one that happened to be right in view at the moment. He took his left hand from massaging her cheek, gave her a quick spank which she moaned to, and then began to probe at her anus with his thumb. She gasped at this, not expecting this turn of events. She still giggled at this though, as more pleasure began to invade her senses.

At this point, all this visual stimulant was enough for ol' Bob to get up and ready to go again. Time for the climatic scene. Bob, still massaging Suri's fanny, stoop up and began to loom over her backside with a grin. Time for the REAL fun to begin. He positioned his dick at her lips and prodded at them. He kept a hand on her back to keep her from backing up, something she was pretty irritated about.

"Like, what're you doing? Quite teasing and put it in already, mkay," Suri griped, giving him an annoyed look.

"I want you to beg for it," Bob replied, his shit-eating grin growing bigger.

Suri blushed and frowned a bit at this, not really liking to be the submissive one. She had just recently had control over Coco, after all. She didn't want to prolong this for any longer though, so she swallowed her pride and begged, "C-could you please... F-fuck me, m-mkay?"

Bob's grin was now an open-mouthed one as the group of perverted cowboys shot off their sixshooters in his head in merriment and victory. Now was not the time to celebrate and dilly dally, however. He had a mare with a hungry-for-dick salmon canyon in front of him, and he'd be damned if he would pass up the invitation. He pressed his hips forward, piercing her walls. She left out a moan, and with his hand returned to his flank, began to press back onto him.

Bob bent down so his face was next to her own, and so that he could put his best effort forward for this. He always had been one to tackle things full-force, even when he incredibly disliked certain said things. Like tennis in high school... God damn tennis. Anywho, back on subject, Bob began thrusting into her at a fast and uncontrollable rate. He would pull his member back to where it was just his head remaining inside of her, and would then thrust back into her as hard as he could. Their moans filled the room, alongside the slapping sound that would emanate when his hips met her backside. At this moment, the both of them knew, they would let loose at the same time.

Let loose at the same time they did, indeed. Suri's body quivered and shook under him as a flood of her juices shot out of her, to join the rest of the liquid that had accumulated on the floor around them. All the quivering pushed Bob over the edge too, and with one final hard thrust, shot spurt after spurt of his semen into her. She was filled, too, as quite a bit of it leaked out of her snatch when he pulled out.

The two laid down next to each other on the pillows, positively wiped out from all the work. Bob gave her a kiss on the cheek, and everything dimmed.

*clack* And, cut!

_________

"Working with Buttons" turned out to be a pretty successful film, which raked in the both of them plenty of money. With the inclusion of some of her designs in the film, Suri's reputation got a smidge bit cleaner, and she got a job working under Prim Hemline as an assistant. With his bits, Bob bought as house in Manehattan, so he could be away from that marshmallow menace for good. That wasn't the only reason, however. Bob and Suri had talked on set, and had found common ground in their dislike of Rarity. From there, the foundation for a lifelong relationship sprung forth. Suri would go on to become a designer of moderate fame, and was assisted by her husband Bob, who worked as an underling for her.